Beauty is the Beast

By Bridget W., El Dorado, KS

Image Credit: Raul R., Monte Vista, CO

Her skin, butter-cream by day, turns translucent by night. Her hair, ebony black, shimmers like the night sky But only to deceive those she encounters Her lips, stained crimson from her victims Eyes piercing blue, penetrating those who make contact with them Her corpse, deemed immaculate by those she lures into her trap She is the deceiver, the harlot of the hills But cleverly disguised The mark of the beast lies in her hands